“We’ll find out,” Fiona says.
Molly comes into the dining room. “Please don’t be upset with me, but I overheard why Ms. McPhee was here, and I called my brother and told him someone from the San Francisco police was coming, and they’d be reaching out.”
I forgot law enforcement needs to check in with the local law.
“Who’s your brother?” Fiona asks.
“He’s Sheriff Scott Lambert.” Molly gives almost an evil smile. “Nothing goes on here that he isn’t aware of, and Landon did donate five thousand dollars to his campaign after he bought the ranch.”
Fiona smiles. “Sounds like Robards might find it difficult to get a lot of support. Where’s the local FBI office?”
Molly purses her lips and shrugs. “There’s an office of two in Butte, and the Crow and the Northern Cheyenne reservations each have a team, but they usually don’t act on anything outside of reservation land unless someone from their tribe is involved.”
Fiona grins. “Sounds like some things are working in our favor.”
Tinsley leaves to do some work while I continue to go through what we know about the McCoy situation, and Fiona drills me with questions.
Eventually, she relaxes into her chair. “I think we’re in good shape. Now we need to learn what they have.”
“They won’t be able to sneak up on us here.” I say that with more confidence than I’m feeling. “We’ll spot the dirt plume behind them as they approach. But hopefully, we’ll know even before then because Jason or Darlene will have called.”
My cell phone pings. It’s shortly after four thirty.
Jason: Your friend has arrived. He has a stick up his ass big time. He’s heading over to see Darlene for dinner. She’s not going to take to him at all. I’ll let you know when he drives off.
Me: Thanks, man. You’re a true friend.
Jason: We always look out for locals.
I relay what I’ve learned to Fiona, and she nods. “Keep me posted.”
Over dinner, Frank tells us he’s locked the outside gate. “They won’t be trying to come in tonight.”
“They’ll have bolt cutters,” Fiona warns him.
“Nothing’s chained. The gate’s electric. If they cut the power, it’ll remain locked, and even a battering ram on the front of an F350 truck wouldn’t be able to open it. The gate’s in twenty-five feet of concrete underground.”
Frank’s proud of the security features he set up with Jim a few years ago.
“Scotty hasn’t sent me a message saying this guy’s checked in with them,” Molly reports. “He’s supposed to let them know. If he doesn’t, Scotty will be following him out.”
“Scotty is your brother, the sheriff?” Fiona asks.
Molly nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
Fiona is busy eating her pot roast, but chuckles. “Don’t piss off the locals.”
“You have no idea,” Tinsley exclaims.
Molly pats her on the leg. “You didn’t piss anyone off.” Molly jacks her thumb to me. “He, on the other hand, did, and he paid for it the entire week you were staying at the Holiday Inn.”
“Don’t remind me.” I shake my head.
Chapter 28
Landon
After dinner, Tinsley reaches for my hand and guides me upstairs to my room. Pushing me back onto the bed, she pulls her T-shirt over her head and her shorts down her hips. She stands before me in a lacy, navy blue bra and thong.
I begin to sit up, and she shakes her head. “I think you need some therapy.”
“Really? What kind of therapy?”
“Blow-job therapy.”
My cock is at rigid attention.
“Tonight is all about getting your mind off what’s going on.”
She licks her lips, and I can see her nipples straining behind her bra. My cock is ready to slide between her slick folds.
She leans down and kisses me softly, reaching for my shirt. My hands go to her breasts, but she stops and shakes her head. “No touching.”
I think I’m going to explode.
Her hand grazes the length of my hardness. “I want to taste you first.”
“Your wish is my command,” I growl.
She kisses me again and pulls my shirt up over my head. Standing back, she palms her breasts, and it’s pure torture.
She pops the button on my shorts and watches me as she unzips them. I stand up enough for her to slide them down.
Her hands roam over my chest and legs as my cock bobs at her.
“You have the most incredible body.” She runs her fingers over my tight stomach.
Reaching for a pillow, she places it on the ground between my legs. She grasps my cock tightly and begins to stroke. Precum seeps, and she leans in to lick it up. “Mmmm, you taste so good.”
In one long, slow, smooth motion, she places her lips around the tip of my cock and works me into her mouth until she’s engulfed my entire length, gagging a bit as I reach the back of her throat. Maintaining a slow tempo, she draws her cheeks hollow, and the suction careens me close to my pinnacle. She bobs up and down, finding a rhythm with her motions.
Increasing her speed, she takes less of my length into her mouth, but uses her hands on the base of my shaft. Her brown eyes stare up at me, and I cup her face. She pulls off and flicks her tongue over the head. I twine my fingers in her hair and guide her deep onto me again. She doesn’t even falter as she takes my entire length into her throat.
“Oh yeah, Tinsley, you like that, huh? You like it when I push myself deep into your throat?"
She looks up, unable to
